Текст песни Gutter - Gustavo Bertoni
What
becomes
of
me
when
even
I
can't
take
my
disregard
To
life's
demanding
rules,
those
who
keep
the
weak
minded
behind
bars?
When
did
I
forget
words
my
father
said
and
what
I
was
taught?
Will
I
need
regret
to
haunt
my
inexistence
so
I
can
see
for
once?
Throw
my
ashes
down
in
the
gutter
If
you
don't
sort
it
out
call
it
murder
What
if
I
grow
old
with
nothing
left
but
my
youth's
Deeds
and
dreams?
My
faith
was
always
there,
even
not
knowing
what
to
believe.
Now
the
tide
has
turned,
I
search
for
something
real,
I
need
my
essence
back
Blowing
with
the
wind,
I
know
I'll
find
the
answer
when
I
know
which
way
is
home
Throw
my
ashes
down
in
the
gutter
If
you
don't
sort
it
out
call
it
murder
Throw
my
ashes
down
in
the
gutter
If
you
don't
sort
it
out
call
it
murder
Wisdom
won't
change
where
the
sun
sets
It
will
only
teach
us
how
to
walk
in
the
dark
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